Thursday, May 5, 2011

finally home

I am a journal-er. I have kept a journal since I was a 13 year old little girl (back when I'd use a diary lock to keep my siblings from reading my secrets). Every few months or so I pull out the pages and read about myself- and somehow still manage to be surprised or moved by the stories...I swear I'd forget my entire life if I didn't write it down. So I'm writing it down. Here. 

I bought my first house one week ago today. 

Owning a home has been a dream of mine since childhood- in fact I wouldn't be surprised if some of the oldest journals I've kept hold sketches of dream homes or room layouts (I know- I was an odd kid). Seriously- as a kid I used to dream about marrying an architect simply to have him build me my dream home. I ended up marrying for more than just blueprints and landed a pretty fantastic guy who just happens to now dabble in the construction business and together we are going to turn this 100 year old brick twin into something fabulous. I want to share this story with you- friends/family and other like minded yard sale enthusiasts/home renovators/dream home makers.

I can't tell you what a dream this is, how long we've waited for a place of our own. But I really want you to know how much this means to me so I'll give you a secret glimpse into my most recent journal and I'll read to you my thoughts exactly one year ago today:

May 5, 2010 "I'm smitten with green these days. I can sit and stare at my growing garden for hours. Its one of the few places I can see growth, change and hope. I literally rejoice with another seed becomes a green stalk. In my own personal life (on the outside of my garden plot) things are dry, dreary and depressing. It has been a year since we first decided to put our lives in storage and move west. We took a leap of faith and it landed us in the basement of my parent's house. We are stuck- with no way of moving until I get a job. My hopes are low, frustrations are high and its eternally exhausting. We desperately need growth. We need to break out of these seeds and stretch out into the sunshine. Its beyond time for us to be planted in new, good, rich soil...its time for green." 

Friends- I have found my good and rich soil and it feels so good to put my roots down.

1 comment:

  1. Wonderful writing Kate! I expected nothing less from you and your blog brought a smile to my face ... I remember 35 years ago the first apartment I shared with my husband, our patio garden filled with cherry tomatoes and the joy and excitement of purchasing our first home and raising our family in Newtown, PA. The best is yet to come my dear ... so you and Michael sit back, relax and enjoy ... the world is your oyster!